Chicago/Boston - Blurred vision.

Morning after and a very blurred touring party is on its way from Chicago to Boston. Sitting on the plane, computer on lap, with vague memories of last night's aftershow high jinks. I seem to recall doing Abba lip sync impersonations with Bono, Susie and Suzanne, but I couldn't say for sure. Its raining like mad, thunder and lightning, which makes flying all the more exciting. Still, at least if I died in a plane crash with U2 I'd make the newspapers. My line would read "several other members of the band's entourage were also on board."